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Kate's tired of kissing strangers to get them free of mistletoe. She's especially tired of snooty Victorian Brits (even if they turn out fine). And she's even more tired, raw, from the shades of little Victorian children, none of them acting like kids at all if she tries to talk to them.
She spends the afternoon shopping, in and out of little curio shops. She "buys" a small book of maps, a tiny globe on a brass stand, a small one for Declan, an ivory elephant, two scrimshaw carved scene on matched walrus tusks (it reminds her of the steno tusks she didn't end up stealing) and a tea set. Kids like tea sets, right?
It's sunset by the time she crosses the bridges to what used to be the Compound. She's planning to slip in and leave some of the things for the kids at the Children's Office and get out before anyone catches her. Just like she's been doing. Tonight when she gets in, there's a light in the office. Savannah's there still.
Kate's about to leave, but the swell of Savannah's belly in silhouette when she turns toward the light and the smile in her eyes arrests Kate. She tucks her gloves into her pockets, pushes her hair back and straight, then knocks.
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Title lyrics from Adam Lambert's What Do You Want From Me?
She spends the afternoon shopping, in and out of little curio shops. She "buys" a small book of maps, a tiny globe on a brass stand, a small one for Declan, an ivory elephant, two scrimshaw carved scene on matched walrus tusks (it reminds her of the steno tusks she didn't end up stealing) and a tea set. Kids like tea sets, right?
It's sunset by the time she crosses the bridges to what used to be the Compound. She's planning to slip in and leave some of the things for the kids at the Children's Office and get out before anyone catches her. Just like she's been doing. Tonight when she gets in, there's a light in the office. Savannah's there still.
Kate's about to leave, but the swell of Savannah's belly in silhouette when she turns toward the light and the smile in her eyes arrests Kate. She tucks her gloves into her pockets, pushes her hair back and straight, then knocks.
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Title lyrics from Adam Lambert's What Do You Want From Me?
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Date: 2011-12-27 09:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-27 09:31 am (UTC)Then she reached out and laid her hand lightly on Kate's shoulder for it was a simple gesture that cost her nothing and yet it was something that could connect and ground a troubled person. And Kate, for all her strength and attitude, seemed to Savannah like this troubled her a little more than she let on. Or maybe she just thought of how she would react to news of a child and her own death.
She'd read that book about her and that was bad enough. What ifs had almost eaten her alive.
"All you can do is live now. In the moment. That's all we have. You can't change the past and you can't predict the future...and you sure as heck don't have any say in what goes on with another version of your life, right?"
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Date: 2011-12-27 10:19 am (UTC)She nods and drops her chin down to her forearms again. "I'm not one for getting up in my head usually. Better at looking at what's here and now and doing what needs to be done." It might not seem like it flows, but Kate pushes at the sand dollars she set on the table. Nudges them across toward Savannah with her fingertips. "It was me, leaving these."
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Date: 2011-12-27 11:32 pm (UTC)"You can always bring things in. The kids just love them. And now you'll have the chance to play with them and teach them. I think you're going to have so much fun with us, Kate. I really do."
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Date: 2011-12-28 06:24 am (UTC)She pushes up to her feet again decisively. "All right, put me to work. And when you pop that baby out and you're good to go, we'll go have some adult fun. Deal?"
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Date: 2011-12-28 06:37 am (UTC)